One of the other places that I blog, Alert Nerd, has just released another issue of its quasi-trimesterly print-on-demand magazine, Grok. Instead of my usual incisive essays on the dangers of living with a non-geek, the perils of ghost hunting, or the soul-shucking depression caused by outliving one’s hobbies, I’ve been talked into writing fiction.
This isn’t the first time that I’ve written fiction, but it is the first time that I’ve actually let people read it. So yeah. I’m a bit nervous. I do not believe that it is very good, but the rest of the gang assures me that it is passable at least.
Some notes:
1. This is not autobiographical in any way except the most basic, “There is a bit of you in each of your characters,” kind of way.
2. I have used some of my friends’ names for the names of ancillary characters and they should not read into my arbitrary decision to do so nor should they be upset if they discover that they have been omitted.
3. There is no secret code or symbology.
4. The concluding incident of this first portion of the larger work was ‘in the can’ at least one week prior to the Ruby Tuesday’s incident I blogged last week. It has been suggested that I try to make other, similar things happen in the way that Adam Sandler might if he were babysitting his sister’s children and discovered that their bedtime stories came to fruition in real life. Do not be shocked when the next portion of this tale involves the characters finding eighty million dollars and driving sweet cars around while fighting zombies and wooing celebrities.
5. I just wanted to have a five.
